Yeah, that should make it easier! Gwen thought.
Though she knew that getting physical with either—or both—of the men would only complicate things further, her sex drive was raging out of control. The thought of waiting another month to satisfy that urge—especially with them all living under the same roof—seemed daunting.
For the next three weeks, they occupied themselves with cooking huge feasts, playing card games, and planning what they would do when the moon reached three-quarters full.
Alex and Gwen were quarantined to the boathouse and it fell on Tommy to do the grocery shopping. Back in Talbot, the pack had been told that Gwen had traveled to Los Angeles with Alex and they would spend the coming moon week with a local West Coast enclave. The two couldn’t risk being seen anywhere near their home.
Almost immediately, they’d begun working out the logistics of what was to come. There were so many unknowns regarding how the lunar cycle would affect her, they agreed it would be best to assume she’d react like any other werewolf fledgling. The boat slips below seemed the most logical place to secure Gwen during moon week.
The three had spent hours downstairs pondering their choices. Alex had jumped on the wide plank docks, as if testing their strength, then nodded. He’d pointed to the huge exposed timber beams overhead. “Are those pretty sturdy?”
Tommy had nodded. “They’re twenty-four inches wide and deep, set in three feet of stone wall. They’re not going anywhere.”
How they’d keep her inside posed another problem.
Ropes weren’t an option. Any supernatural being could break through even the thickest rigging. Shackles were out. A shifter’s body changed size so dramatically that a handcuff that was tight on one that had transformed would slip off a human.
A cage would have been ideal, but procuring one large enough and strong enough would certainly raise red flags. It wouldn’t take long for rumors to spread if the neighboring Cat King were to accept delivery of a large animal enclosure.
They’d struggled for weeks searching for a solution to a problem they hadn’t even clearly defined. Just when Gwen was sure one of them would have to take up welding and build a cage onsite, Alex had an idea. It was the night before the three-quarter moon.
He gathered them around the breakfast bar and asked for a pen and paper. “Chains,” he said and began sketching. “Now, keep in mind, I’m not an artist, but this is what I’m thinking.”
Gwen bit back a laugh when he drew the outline of a woman with an hourglass figure and huge breasts that looked like something out of a horny teenager’s notebook. He scribbled in long hair, dots for eyes and a stick-figure smiley face. “Is that supposed to be me?” she scoffed.
“No, if it were you the mouth would be much bigger,” Alex teased. “Now focus!”
Alex drew a diagonal line from the top of each shoulder to the crotch, then horizontal lines across the middle and above the breasts. “Chains,” he said. “Okay, so we create a loop over each shoulder and between the legs, then a kind of belt around the waist and another one around the chest, about armpit height. We leave enough slack to allow for any, um, expansion, and secure all of the junctions with padlocks.”
Tommy nodded. “No welding required.”
“Right!” Alex said. “Then we attach a long chain to the loop between her shoulder blades and secure it to an overhead beam.”
“What would I wear?” Gwen asked.
The two men stared at her with identical looks of confusion. She widened her eyes at them. “You know, wear under the chains. All of the fledglings I’ve seen strip off their clothes before they shift.”
“Good point,” Alex said. “Well, I suppose you could wear kind of a poncho-type thing, but I think it would be best if you just started off without any clothes.”
Gwen squirmed. The thought of being trussed up, naked in front of them was incredibly erotic. It had an effect on the men as well. As soon Alex had uttered the words, she smelled the arousal rolling off them. It only fueled her desire.
With each passing day, Gwen’s senses had become more acute. She could pick out the subtle nuances in each man’s scent and soon was able to detect their emotions just by sniffing the air. Restlessness and worry seemed to be always present, with sexual excitement running a close second.
Her own libido was flourishing and on the eve of moon week, simply brushing against them nearly made her come undone. She had learned—almost organically—how to shield her thoughts from them, and one overriding idea consumed her. Want.
* * * * *
At noon of the three-quarter moon, Gwen puttered around the kitchen performing mindless tasks to pass the time. She’d alphabetized the canned goods in the cupboards and sorted the paperclips from the rubber bands in the junk drawer.
For the tenth time, she unnecessarily flipped the steaks that Tommy had set out to thaw, then checked the clock on the stove. It had ticked to a minute past twelve. The Cat King would be inside the hardware store by now.
Last night, when Alex had come up with the chain-harness idea, she was so relieved that she’d momentarily forgotten that they were in the middle of nowhere and there were no 24/7 mega-stores here. Tommy wouldn’t be able to pick up supplies until the next day, and because it was a Sunday, he’d have to wait until noon.
Tommy had left early enough to make the forty-five minute drive into town and be at the hardware store when it opened. Before he’d walked out the door, he and Alex had gone over the list three times. There was too much preparation to do to waste time on a second trip into town.
Gwen stared out the window over the sink, focusing on the winding drive that led up to the rear of the boathouse. She knew Tommy wouldn’t be back for at least an hour, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from his parking space. Really, it was just a backdrop for the images that bubbled up in her mind.
The faces of her fledglings burst into her memory. She could picture in minute detail how each of them had looked as their bodies had twisted and contorted during their changes. They’d snarled and howled with fear, confusion and pain. Gwen cringed as she recalled the popping of mutating joints and the spray from snapping jaws.
She realized that knowing what was about to happen to her was worse than ignorance. The new wolves she had ushered in were afraid, yes, but they’d had no idea how terrible the reality was. Gwen supposed she might be the only werewolf ever to have to face her first moon with a true understanding of its horrors.
Gripping the edge of the sink, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out the things she’d witnessed in the sacred cave. Suddenly she found it hard to believe that she’d petitioned Alex so hard to change her. Now that her wish was imminent, the finality of it seemed overwhelming.
“Are you doing okay?” Alex asked.
Gwen had been so deep inside her own head that she’d hadn’t heard or sensed him step into the kitchen. She yelped and her entire body prickled in surprise.
When she turned to face him, he was standing with his arms crossed and a guilty look on his face. “I’m sorry, Gwen. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
She forced a wry smile. “Pretty crazy, huh?”
Alex nodded. “I’ll say.”
“So if you were a betting man, what would you wager was going to happen to me down there?”
He shrugged. “I can’t even guess, but don’t worry. You’re in good hands and it will all be over soon.”
A shiver ran over Gwen’s skin. That was almost the exact thing she’d told the fledglings before they started their trials.
She concentrated on shielding her thoughts. The last thing she wanted Alex to know was how afraid she was.
That Evening
Gwen pulled the robe closed around her neck and followed the men down the wide staircase leading to the docks. Tommy hurried ahead of them and flipped on the overhead lights. The huge doors onto the lake had been rolled shut and the water lapped at the algae-covered wood. The hollow echo of it bounced off the stone walls.
Tommy switched on the underwater lights and Gwen peered over the edge of the dock. Sunfish darted around the pilings and under the hulls of the boats tied to the metal cleats. She was mesmerized by the glint of their scales as they slipped through the water.
“Gwen, it’s time,” Alex said.
She walked over the worn planks to where a thick chain hung down from the rafters. “It’s cold,” she muttered.
“I’ll turn on the heaters,” Tommy said. “They’re just enough to keep the water from freezing in the winter, but it should help.”
She nodded then shrugged off her robe. Her skin tightened against the chill and her nipples puckered and hardened.
Alex bent to gather up one of the lengths of chain. “You’ll warm up once…it starts.”
Gwen stared up at one of the small windows set high in the side wall. The gray November sky showed dusk. Soon.
The icy weight of iron links touching her shoulder caused Gwen to draw in a sharp breath.
“Sorry,” Alex muttered. He laid his palm on the inside of her knee and gently coaxed her legs apart. After looping the chain between her thighs, Alex checked the length then brought the ends together near the center of her back. “Lock,” he said.
Gwen sensed Tommy behind her and she flinched when the first padlock was snapped shut. They repeated the arrangement over her other shoulder, then passed another premeasured length around her waist. They secured it where the links intersected the shoulder straps in the front and back and then completed the circuit at her spine with yet another lock.
So far she’d counted three lengths of chain and seven padlocks. When they’d fastened the final loop under her arms and across her back, and added five more locks, the weight of the metal threatened to bring her to her knees. Her thighs began to tremble.
“Shit,” Alex muttered, “I didn’t take into account how heavy this stuff would be. Let’s loop the rafter chain up high on her shoulders to take some of the weight off.”
Gwen’s body began to quake with fear and strain. She stared at the darting sunfish as the men worked to relieve the pressure. If I fell—or jumped—into the water now, I’d sink to the bottom and this would all be over.
“Lift, Alex!” Tommy directed and with a rattle of chains and the snap of another padlock, the weight was lifted from Gwen’s body. She was still able to stand flat-footed and turn around but couldn’t move more than a couple feet in any direction.
When her teeth began to chatter, Tommy scooped her robe from the decking and helped her slip it over her chains. Standing in front of her, he lapped one side over the other and secured the belt. It did little to relieve her chill.
“I’m so cold,” she whispered.
Alex flattened his body against her back and Tommy pressed against her front. Their body heat enveloped her like a blanket and her trembling subsided.
She glanced behind her at the nautical clock on the archway above the stairs. The moon would be up any minute. Turning back to the window, she watched the night sky over Tommy’s shoulder.
Gwen felt the moon before she saw it. Energy seemed to flow through the window and into the top of her head. It filled her up until it threatened to burst from her fingers and toes.
“Take off my robe,” she whispered.
Tommy untied the belt and Alex slid it off then tossed it aside. The men had each taken a step back and without their contact, she was free to experience the sensations that flowed through her.
When the edge of the moon appeared in the window, she opened her arms wide and tilted up her breasts to its sensual kiss. “Ah,” she moaned, then closed her eyes and let her head drop back.
Widening her stance, she leaned against the chains, inviting the rays to invade her body. A swirling ball of energy gathered behind her navel then traveled downward and seeped from her in a sweet gush of cream.
She was aware of the cool iron links swinging between her thighs and their weight tugged at her warming lower lips. Rolling her hips, she let the smooth metal massage her slick clit.
When she lifted her head and glanced at the window again, the moon had traveled to the far side of the pane. Gwen brought her hand up to her face, expecting it to have changed into some sort of paw, but she saw only familiar fingers.
She brought both palms up to her breasts and squeezed the sensitive flesh. As her arousal grew, she felt the change begin. “Bring me a mirror,” she demanded.
Without hesitating, Tommy ran the length of the dock and disappeared up the stairs. Gwen was still massaging her chest when he returned with a long oval dressing mirror and set it on the decking in front of her.
Alex crossed to where Tommy stood, and the men positioned themselves on either side of the mirror.
The feel of their stares and the sight of herself in the glass, naked and bound in chains, was incredibly erotic. She dropped her arms to her sides and studied her reflection. In that instant, she knew she would never again have a self-conscious moment. Every plump curve was a thing of beauty and created for enjoyment.
A prickling heat spread beneath her skin and a moment later, it seemed that every cell in her body was vibrating in response to a silent tuning fork. It’s happening.
Gwen forced herself to pay attention to the mirror. The surface of her body began to undulate, first with large waves rolling beneath her flesh, then tiny ripples, like those left behind from a raindrop in a puddle.
Without strain or violence, she transformed into something between a woman and a feline. The outline of her torso, limbs and head were still hers—even her big, heavy breasts remained the same, but she was covered in short, velvety golden fur. A long tail twitched between her legs.
There was no pain, only power and exhilaration.
Gwen tilted her head and stared at her reflection as the center of her upper lip pulled up toward a leathery pink nose and glossy whiskers erupted from her cheeks. Her eyes became glowing, amber orbs outlined in jet black.
“Oh,” she sighed, surprised that her voice was still her own.
She looked away from the mirror long enough to examine her hands. They were the fingers of a woman with the suede-like pelt of a big cat.
Glancing back at her reflection, she brushed back the same long, brown hair she’d had this morning, to reveal that her human ears had barely morphed. Only the soft fur and slightly pointed tops distinguished them from her own.
The transformation lasted only for a minute or two then dissolved away before her eyes. As brief as it had been, it left her parched.
“Water,” she rasped.
Tommy hurried forward with a plastic bottle and Gwen quickly drained it.
She’d barely had a chance to thank him when the heat returned. This time she watched as her body morphed into something between herself and the werewolves she had witnessed in the fledgling cave.
Like the transformation before it, this time she also retained her basic human form. Her jaw, extended, but only to half the length she would have expected. Her ears and hands had barely changed and the fur that covered her body was much shorter than any she’d seen on a werewolf.
Gwen smiled at her reflection and the expression seemed much more human than animal.
When the wolf left her body, Gwen was energized. She glanced out the window and watched the last curve of the moon slide out of view. Her body thrummed with the magic that still coursed through it and she was bursting with sexual energy.
Turning to her audience, she pulled back her shoulders and jutted out her breasts. She spread her legs a little wider and knew they could smell her stimulation. “Please let me see you.”
Alex and Tommy immediately stripped off their clothes then stood, hands at their sides, for her appraisal. They were both magnificent—and very aroused. A pair of big, hard cocks bobbed, nearly brushing flat, defined abs.
The contrast of the two of them was breathtaking—Alex with his broad, light-skinned body and Tommy with his lanky, darker one.
“Release me,”
Gwen whispered.
Tommy dug the keys from the pocket of his discarded jeans then the men walked toward her. They worked together to open the locks and toss the chains aside. When only the links hanging from the ceiling remained, Tommy gathered up each of her hands, raised them over her head, and wrapped her fingers around the cool metal.
He bent and put his warm lips to her ear. “Hang on.”
Gwen swallowed hard and did as she was told.
“Do you want me?” Tommy whispered.
“Yes,” she said.
Alex slid behind her and pressed his body against her. She felt his hard shaft press against her ass.
“Do you want me?” Alex whispered in her other ear.
“God yes! I want you both!”
They needed no further encouragement. Tommy pressed his lips against Gwen’s and plunged his tongue into her mouth while Alex sucked at the side of her neck. She clung to the chain above her head and struggled to maintain her grip as two sets of hands roamed over her body.
Her breasts were squeezed and her nipples were pinched. Fingers dug into her ass cheeks and teased the outer limits of her pussy. She moaned against Tommy’s kiss, not knowing which man was touching her where and not caring. The only thing she cared about was that they not stop.
Gwen was so turned on that her thighs were slick with her juices. Her slippery bud was being massaged at the exact moment fingers slid into her dripping canal. When she tried to jerk her head to the side to moan, Tommy followed her movements and swallowed her sounds.
With both of her nipples, her clit and her cunt being teased, Gwen could not hold back and the orgasm ripped through her. Tommy finally released her mouth and let her cry out, her ecstasy echoing in the stone and water chamber. Gwen had never climbed higher and the feeling was magical.
Before she could catch her breath, Tommy was on his knees in front of her, nuzzling her wet curls. Alex eased her grip from the chain and let her lean back against him, her aching arms dangling at her side. While Tommy licked and fingered her pussy, Alex ran his hands over the entire front of her body, tracing her ribs and sternum before returning his attention to her erect nipples.
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